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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Make Up,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.