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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.