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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.