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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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?
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.