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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.