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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.