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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Deakin,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Oblivians,
10cc,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.