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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.