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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.