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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 CMW to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.