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 Bulgaria 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.