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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.