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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Pole,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.