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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.