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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.