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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '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 Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.