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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.