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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.