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 Uzbekistan 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.