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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.