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 Sweden and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
JFA,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.