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 Tanzania 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.