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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.