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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Magma,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
June Days,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.