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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 The Fugs 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.