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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.