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 Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Erasure,
Japan,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.