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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.