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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.