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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Moleskins to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.