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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.