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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.