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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.