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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.