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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
DNA,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.