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 Ivory Coast 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.