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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Can,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.