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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.