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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.