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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.