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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.