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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.