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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.