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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pole 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan 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?
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.