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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.