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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.