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 Canada and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.