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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.