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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Index,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.