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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.