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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Monks,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.