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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.