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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.