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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Lalann,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.