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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Babytalk to the disco 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Television,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.