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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.