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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.