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 Korea South and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.