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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.