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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Hoover,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.