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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the rap 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
June Days,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.