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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.