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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.