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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Organ to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Nico,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.