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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.