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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.