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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Scion,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.