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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.