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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
MC5,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Nico,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.