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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.