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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
X-101,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.