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 Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.