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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.