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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.