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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Monks,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.