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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.