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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters 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?
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.