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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks 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 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Faust,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.