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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.