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 China and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.