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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.