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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Monks,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.