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 Malta and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.