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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.