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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
CMW,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.