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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Sällskapet to the grime 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.