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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.