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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Lalann to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.