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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.