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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
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.