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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
The Move,
MC5,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.