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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.