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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.