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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Rekid,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.