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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.