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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.