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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.