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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.