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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.