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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.