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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Q65,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.