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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.