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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mojo Men to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.