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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.