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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
ABC,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
DNA,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.