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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.