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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.