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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 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 David Bowie 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 The Human League to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.