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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.