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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.