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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.