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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.