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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Crime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.