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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare 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 Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Sandy B,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Pole,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.