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 Australia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Visage,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.