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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.