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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Blackbyrds 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.