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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
ABC,
The Names,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.