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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.