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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.