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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.