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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.