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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.