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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
New Order,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.