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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 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 The Smiths to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.