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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.