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 Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.