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 Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.