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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
ABC,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.