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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.