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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.