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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.