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 Palau and from Portland.
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 Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.