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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.