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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
DNA,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.