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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.