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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.