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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.