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 Poland 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Index,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.