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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.