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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.