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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Magma,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.