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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.