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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Kayak,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.