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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.