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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Cluster to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Nas,
Mars,
Scion,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.