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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.