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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
The Index,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.