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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.