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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Deakin to the dance 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move 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?
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.