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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.