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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.