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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.