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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
JFA,
The Busters,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
CMW,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.