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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.