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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.