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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.