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 France and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.