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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.