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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
New Order,
DNA,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.