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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 The Smiths to the dance 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.