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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Inner City to the grime 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Index,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.