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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.