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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.