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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.