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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.