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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.