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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Wire,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.