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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.