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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.