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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Japan,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.