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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.