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 Czech Republic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.