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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
AZ,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.