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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.