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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.