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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
X-102,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.