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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
ABC,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.