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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.