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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Pole,
Slave,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.