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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.