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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.