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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Monks,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.