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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.