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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.