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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.