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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Index,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.