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 Norway and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.