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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.