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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.