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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.