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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.