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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.