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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.