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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
The Index,
X-101,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.