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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.