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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
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Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.