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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.