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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.