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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.