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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.