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 Angola and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.