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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.