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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.