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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.