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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.