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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.