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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
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