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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
the Association,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.