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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.