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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.