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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.