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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.