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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.