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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Television,
Brick,
UT,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.