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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Kayak,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.