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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.