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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.