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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Nico,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.