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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.