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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.