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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.