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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Nas,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.