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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Index,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
CMW,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.