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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.