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 East Timor and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Visage to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.