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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.