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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.