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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.