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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.