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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.