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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Swans,
Neu!,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.