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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.