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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.