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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.