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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.