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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.