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 United States and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 The Zeros to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Faust,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.