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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.