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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Interpol,
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