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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.