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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.