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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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?
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.