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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.