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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.