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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.