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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.