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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.