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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Kayak to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.