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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Brick,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.