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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
DNA,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.