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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.