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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Swans,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.