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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.