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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.