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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.