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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
ABC,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.