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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Faust,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.