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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chocolate Watch 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.