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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.