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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.