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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.