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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.