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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.