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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.