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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.