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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.