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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.