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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.