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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.