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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Television,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.