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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.