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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Smog,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Index,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.