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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.