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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.