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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
The Move,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.