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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.