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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.