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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
X-102,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.