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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.