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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.