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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.