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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.