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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Mars,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Television,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.