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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.