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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.