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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.