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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.