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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Fear,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.