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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.