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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.