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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.