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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.