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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.