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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Crime,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.