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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
MC5,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.