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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.