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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.