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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Colin Newman 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
PIL,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.