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 Oman 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Television,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.