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 Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.