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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
The Names,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.