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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.