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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.