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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Amazonics,
10cc,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.