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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.