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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.