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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.