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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Q65,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.