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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.