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 Marshall Islands 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.