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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.