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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Brick,
the Slits,
The Names,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.