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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Skriet,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.