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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Fear,
X-101,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.