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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.