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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 The Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.