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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 mellotron 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.