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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Ludus to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.