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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Can,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.