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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.