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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.