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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.