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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.