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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.