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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.