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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.