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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.