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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.