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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.