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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.