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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Hoover,
Television,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.