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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.