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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.