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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.