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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.