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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw 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?
Can,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
DNA,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.