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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.