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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.