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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.