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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.