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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.