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 Cambodia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.