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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.