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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.