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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.