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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
DNA,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.