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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.