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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Can,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.