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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Gong,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.