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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.