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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.