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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Index,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.