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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.