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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.