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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.