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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.