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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.