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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.