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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Franke,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.