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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
The Index,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
UT,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.