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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.