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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.