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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.