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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.