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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.