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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.