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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Ludus,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.