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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
DNA,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.