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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Cameo,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.