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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.