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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 the Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy 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?
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Skaos,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.