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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.