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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.