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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.