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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
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 Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.