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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.