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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.