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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.