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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.