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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Television,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.