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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos 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 dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.