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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
CMW,
Alphaville,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.