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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.