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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Tears for Fears to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.