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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.