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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.