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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.