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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Neil Young,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.