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 London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.