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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Pole,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.