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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Ice-T,
UT,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.