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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.