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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.