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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.