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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Organ to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.