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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.