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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.