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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.