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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Victims to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.