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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sun City Girls 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.