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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.