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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.