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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.