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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon 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?
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.