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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.