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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.