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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.