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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.