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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.