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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Count Five 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.