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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.