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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Magazine,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.