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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.