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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
AZ,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
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.