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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.