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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.