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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.