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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.