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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Remains to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.