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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Lou Reed to the rock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.