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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.