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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.