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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.