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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Franke,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.