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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.