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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Aswad,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.