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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
X-102,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.