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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.