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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Yaz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
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The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.