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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
New Order,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.