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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine 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.