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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Echospace to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Make Up,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.