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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.