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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.