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 France and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.