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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
JFA,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.