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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.