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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.