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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.