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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.