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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.