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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.