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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.