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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.