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 Israel 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
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 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 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.