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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.