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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.