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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Busters to the electroclash 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.