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 Bangladesh 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.