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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.