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 Panama and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.