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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.