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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan 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?
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.