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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
cv313,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.