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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Suicide,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.