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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.