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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.