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 France and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
UT,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.