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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.