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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.