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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
the Association,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.