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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
X-102,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.