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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.