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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
June Days,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.