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 Marshall Islands 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.