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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
PIL,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
UT,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.