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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.