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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.