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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
X-102,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.