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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Franke,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.