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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.