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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.