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 India and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.