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 Guinea and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Crime,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.