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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.