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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Nico to the disco 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.