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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.