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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.