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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Can to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.