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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.