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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.