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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.