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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.