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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.