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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.