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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Q65,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.