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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.