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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.