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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.