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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.