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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Magma,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.