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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.