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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.