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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
ABC,
The Smiths,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.