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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Moss Icon to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.