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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Monks,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Echospace,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.