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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.