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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Fear,
New Order,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.