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 North and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.