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 Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.