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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.