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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Section 25,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.