Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.