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 Antigua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.