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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.