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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.