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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Skriet,
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.