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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.