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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.