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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.