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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
The Fall,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.